Horrid

Achievers

Hey its all good, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Supernatural on Adventure

The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.

Supernatural on Adventure

"How about I dig us a tunnel that leads close enough that we can get there on foot? Because from what I can tell this island is massive."

Slowly and firmly she sighed, and brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose. She felt a sudden stabbing pain behind one of her eyes, and the smell of brimstone, grave dirt and rotting plant filled her nostrils. Her fingertips tingled once more and she could taste swamp air in the back of her throat, making her grimace in disgust. She waved a hand casually at the dragon-kin speaking to her, "A tunnel is fine, just don't bring us up beneath the thing. Bring us up just outside the swamp itself. I'll take it from there." Her tongue felt like sand as she spoke, drying out and becoming rough. All of these signs at once meant something, a sort of sixth sense for magicks like when Jacque appeared from the brush. She dismissed it and resolved to stay on her guard as they continued.

Supernatural on Adventure

"Now that I think about it, the wild life here have been acting strange. I've been seeing a lot of creatures around here that I used to only see in a mangrove swamp to the south of the island. They weren't moving like they were migrating, it seemed like they were fleeing for their lives.".

Priscilla's eyes lit up with elated glee at the mention that her quarry might be nearby. She clapped, creating a crude noise of steel colliding with steel as she celebrated. "Oh thank the waves! Finally, after all this searching, I can bring that beast its just deserts." She looked to and fro along the coastline and then turned to look over the tree-line, a look of slight confusion on her face as she stopped and turned back to the local-living man. She huffed an annoyed breath and chuckled. "Though I AM intrigued enough to ask, what else is there for this island to offer? I'm not going to just slay and leave with a dragon's head in tow. There has to be some sort of hidden wonders or secret valuables to be had."

James couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds like him. He tends to not let any other animals on his territory that he claims." He looked at Priscilla. "I can lead you to him. I know his scent," he said, sprouting his draconic wings.

"I could help in the battle if you want my help, after all cleansing the world of evil is a personal goal of mine."

She toyed with her nose-ring as she considered the offer of help. She WAS all alone on this island, with no company to assist her. But then again its not like slaying mythical beasts was new to her. 'In the end though, numbers are better in any situation, so it can't hurt.' She chewed at her lip as she thought, looking over the two as if surveying architecture or a sculpture. She held her arm up and showed two fingers to the eager pair of dragon-kin. "I've got two conditions. One is you leave the beast entirely to me, and if I am in need of assistance, then you may help. This is a much more personal affair than just regular slaying business, and that means I get the final blow. The second, we make our way on foot. We don't want to alert it to our presence from the air, no matter how dense the tree-cover. That and I've no taste to be flying about. I've come too far and worked too hard to have the prize handed to me on a silver platter now."

Supernatural on Adventure

"What brings you lot to this island? You look a bit strange to be tourists if you don't mind me saying.".

Priscilla felt an itch at the tips of her fingers and the top of her head as the man drew closer, and tweaked her lips to the side. She could smell the residual magicks on him like spice on a hunk of meat. It was an aroma like a mix of fresh soil, mint leaves and summer rain, not unpleasant and definitely not something she had smelled too recently from the others. The smell of druidic or natural origins for magic. She could only smile as recalled her fond memories of sitting and eating with her Orcish shaman friend and her brief summer romance with a dryad. They smelled this way too. It calmed her. But now was not the time for reminiscing, she reminded herself as she shook herself out of her momentary trance. She offered another smile to the man from within the forest and removed her gauntlet, raising her hand to show the tattoo denoting that she was a Slayer. "I've come on personal business, been tracking a particularly muddy and disgusting swamp dragon. The hunt lead me to this island, over land and sea. You seen anything, brother of the wilds?" She walked over to him and donned her gauntlet once more before she offered the hand in greeting.

Gravity Falls?

I'm definitely interested.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Fair enough.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of the competition if the majority winner can have it stolen from beneath them because of a good roll or a lucky drawing from a hat?

Digimon: Access Point

Alika breathed a shuddering sigh of restrained excitement at being called a tamer. He looked to Falcomon, who immediately shared his excitement and hopped on the spot to show it. She flapped her arms and perched with a foot on either of his shoulders to whisper in his ear, "You hear that, Lick? We're gonna go on an adventure! We're a tamer team!" Alika could only shake and smile, but waved his hand in dismissal as he spoke in a low whisper in reply, "We don't know that for sure. For all we know, we could just be helping to plug in an ethernet cable or something like that." Falcomon's head came into his view as she looked at him with one big, orange eye. "Don't be so sure, this whole situation screams 'adventure starter' to me, and how often am I wrong about stuff like this?" He giggled as her feathers tickled his neck and then nodded in the affirmative. "Yeah I guess, but let's not rush in to anything, Faye. I'm still freaking out about being here and you've never actually been here either. You were born in my world." She hooted at him, then scoffed. It confused him how she could make a scoffing noise with just a beak, but she managed well enough. Alika looked around at the other 'Tamers' and couldn't help but keep on smiling. They had something in common now, and that meant it was easier to make friends. He then looked to Ebemon with a mixed look of concern and surprise, still shocked by his form and the fact that he exists in the first place. "Well I know I'd be happy to help, as would Falcomon. The thing is, how the heck do we get started?" He rubbed his bald head beneath his beanie and pouted as Falcomon hopped down to the ground again and stuck close to his leg. "Also, is it true that ALL the Digimon in our world just... went up in a big smoke and mirrors act? Completely gone with no traces? I thought that was just kids at school trying to scare me or something." As he spoke, he put a hand on Faye's head and looked down at her with a sad expression. Feathers and down tickled the palm of his hand as she smiled up at him. They might be close but she was no mind reader. The thought of what it would be like without Alika wasn't passing through her mind like the thought of living without Faye was for him. He cracked a smile and tussled her head feathers, drawing an annoyed stare out of her as she quickly set to work flattening them and re-preening the feathers that had been affected.

Achievers

The lionman snarled and snapped like a beast caught in a corner, looking eager to lick the wounds she had given it during the process of their fight. She wiped at the claw marks that streaked down her face, and The Arms whistled happily in reply as they drank the small droplets of blood from her cheek. Morrigan's smile grew wider as she looked behind the lion's formidable silhouette to see the marksman squads and reserve battalion slowly marching over the hill, await an order to move in. This battle was one that she would not lose, but the thoughts of victory and defeat were pushed from her mind when she saw how intently Leo was staring at her. She felt the tenderness of bruised flesh predominantly on her face and back, and the cuts from his claws throbbed and ached with the prospect of infection looming closer each passing minute. But she needed to finish this, it had been a long while since she had met as formidable a match as this. With a quick movement whilst her opponent was sat, just looking at her, she stepped forward and crouched down to push her fingers into the earth in front of her. The Arms made various cicada and cricket-like noises and she jerked herself up and her hands brought a beachball-sized chunk of stony earth up into the open hair. As if moving in slow-motion, she withdrew her hands and pulled back a fist, a growl growing in her throat. With a flex of all the muscles in her arm, she launched it forward and struck the stone with her palm to send it hurtling at her opponent. It splintered in its flight, turning in to a rain of dirt and stone shards. Nothing too dangerous, save for some of the larger chunks, but merely a distraction for her to run up, stance low, and aim a high-strength uppercut as his jaw with the intent to knock him out.